Imagine getting Wade to take his shirt off
Wade Wilson x Reader
“Fuck off, Wilson.” You snarled at the man walking behind you, moving up the flight of stairs to the next floor level.
“Now, that’s not very nice you little ball of sunshine.”
“I don’t - I just don’t know why I put up with you,” you groaned rummaging for the apartment key in your bag.
“Oh, come on - you know why,” Wade brushed up against your back as you stepped onto the floor landing.
“Cocky son of a bitch, you really think you have the goodies?”
“My milkshake does bring the boys to the yard,” he argued pulling out his spare key and unlocking the door. “Ladies, first.”
You paused and tapped your fingers against your thigh. “Well, fuck are you going to go in or what?”
Wade’s face lit up in a bright smile as he strolled into the apartment, making his way to the small kitchenette. Following inside, you closed the door and walked over to your bed, flopping on it and moving to sit against the headboard. Your eyes watched as Wade placed the newly bought beer and groceries into the fridge.
“That’s it slave boy, I like when you act all domesticated,” you rolled up the sleeves of your sweater and placed your hands behind your head - enjoying the view.
“Oh you likely?” Wade pointed up and down his body, moving toward the bed.
You shrugged. “Not sure, gotta see what you’re working with.”
Scoffing, Wade pulled his shirt off over his head and revealed his well defined chest. “Tell me something, kitten. You wanna lap up my milkshake? Because Daddy’s got some grade A nonfat soy-”
“- jesus, Wade,” you laughed and held up a hand for him to stop. “I get it, I get it. Now come here and fuck me, you moron.”
Wade grinned, undoing the top button of his jeans. “It will be your pleasure, but first some music.”
Slipping off your own shirt, you groaned when Wade’s song selection came on.
The merc tossed his cell down on the desk and wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Come on, you know my milkshake brings your tight ass to the yard.”
And fuck, if he wasn’t right.